November is already murderous. A funeral every other day. Yesterday a young man dropped dead from a heart attack. He was engaged to a local girl; they just had their engagement party in the pub.
The street is quiet and dark. Shadows duck under eaves and downpours remind us of sunny afternoons in other countries. The rain falls hard tonight; it stabs the windows and buries in hearts, where the earth is black and stiff, draped in a shroud of fallen leaves.